Post by Vivien LeMeire on Apr 11, 2013 14:02:08 GMT -5
Vivien's eyes widened at her passenger's transformation. "Brother." This made a bit more sense...
She could not disguise the further look of shock when Emuishere spoke of the Void and, fearing Renekton's wrath, curtsied and excused herself. The door shut behind her with a quiet click as she hurried down the hall, hoping The Butcher would be too distracted by this news to notice her hastened absence.
A grim stillness filled the room as Emuishere delivered her news, but within the mind of Renekton it were as though a mighty dam had begun to break. Somewhere deep in the crocodilian demigod's psyche, something broke with an almost audible snap. His eyes steadily darkened to a crimson, and a low growl steadily built within his throat as his blood boiled.
How? When? Who? HOW?!
With a low rumble, Renekton broke away from Emuishere and retreated back into the Sun Room. As he walked there was a certain edge to his every movement, like an imprisoned beast having its cage rattled. When his growl reached a fever pitch, it broke into a roar as the vast demigod seized hold of the nearby table and hurled it through the glass window beyond. As soon as the desk had cleared the veranda with a shattering report, Renekton unleashed a long, deafening howl of inhuman proportions, a howl of unconquerable hatred that would easily be heard all throughout Noxus proper.
"When?" Renekton snarled, turning on Emuishere like a feral beast. "How did you come to know of this? Tell me!" Though his vision into Emuishere's spirit told him that she clearly believed herself to be speaking the truth of the matter, Renekton could not but question it. His people were powerful even without him at their head, but the Void...the Void was a mysterious entity. Regardless, he would get to the bottom of the issue, no matter what it took.
His rigid form told her limitless things about her brother. It spoke volumes of how it had effected him, clouding his vision of rage that wasn't unlike her own when she saw the visions. Her eyes slowly opened with tears dripping seemingly endless down her warmed cheeks. Emuishere was mourning the loss of her children. There was no pain to describe how awful she felt. The devastation had struck her intensely, and left her scarred with thoughts of those like Nasus and Renekton, victim to the monstrosity known as the void.
She had traveled almost non-stop since she was tainted with it's sickening darkness, haunted by its beckoning voice as it called to her. Emuishere would have none of it, however. She loathed it like a Mother loathed the one responsible for taking her children away. Immeasurable hatred seethed from the feline, only to amplify when she felt the one comforting thing pull away from her. Her hands followed after..
A step..
And he was lost from vision briefly. The sound of a crash beckoned her to run in and check on him, spotting the broken window and listening to his howl of rage. It shook her to the core, as no other entity of any world could do. Renekton was a terrifying beast in his own right, and hearing the fire within him explode in a long, angry call to the world only reminded her that he could just as easily destroy her as she could any one of her children back home. Any human kind of their world.
She did not recoil as he snarled at her. Emuishere stilled instead, staring towards the Butcher with eyes that were alight with both indescribable fury, and mournful sadness. Her steps were slow initially, but picked up as she closed the distance between them, "Brother.." She whispered, trying to sooth the pain she was certain he felt. That was his world too. His home. His sanctuary.
"One or two weeks.. Maybe a little more.. I lost track of time." She confessed, "The creatures Kha'zix and Cho'gath showed me."
"I've been..." Looking down, Emuishere's expression filled with pain, "I've been tainted by it. It planted a seed of its darkness within my soul.. I hear it, Renekton. It calls for me. It mocks me. I see its darkness when I close my eyes, and dream of what it has done to our world."
As Emuishere detailed what she had seen, what she had felt in contact with the Void, Renekton turned away to gaze out over the skyline of Noxus. Through his spiking bloodlust, it took hardly a stretch of the imagination to imagine the sprawling city in flames, or scourged of life, even wiped from existence. Could the same fate truly have befallen the Homeworld? It seemed impossible, yet the signs, the darkness welling within Emuishere's heart were practical confirmation for Renekton.
"The Void filth?" Renekton snorted, casting his sister a contemptuous gaze. "And why would you associate yourself with their rabble?" It was true that Emuishere was far too trusting, given how she regarded the corruption of mankind. But to be so naive as to approach such aberrations as the Void, or at least to not exterminate them the instant their hideous visages showed was a different matter. Renekton had faced them countless times upon the Fields, and they admittedly were quite powerful foes at times. To think that their compatriots would be able to threaten the Homeworld...
Renekton's gaze grew blank when Emuishere further confirmed his suspicions, those of 'a seed of darkness'. Stirrings of long past memories swam to the surface of Renekton's rage embittered mind, ripples amongst the veritable hurricane of his anguish. But even the smallest of ripples may set into effect the grandest of designs, and that voice, that ancient, unending, all-piercing voice came back...
"And you, Renekton. You will wipe clean the slate of those incapable of the rational; like a great tide, you will wash away the corrupt, the unjust, the wicked. You will safeguard this paradise from those that would unravel it."
...what, then, was a demi-goddess that had been touched by the all-consuming abyss? His sacred duty compelled him, but could he truly strike down Emuishere? Nasus, the scum, had betrayed him, his own kin, and for that his pain would be legendary. But his sister...what had she done to him?
Duty. Family. Salvation. Kin.
A fresh wave of anguish stirred through Renekton. This was a choice that no being could hope to make. With a low, rumbling growl, Renekton's fists tightened, his claws flexing slightly. His judgement would need to be swift, his path unswerving. No matter the repercussions, the alternative could not be selected.
Despite the taint that was held within her very being, there was still an intense barrier of light that pierced through it and kept her loyal. She was not lost. No matter the power of the void, it did not instigate desire to join it. It provided a deep, stirring rage that would be nothing less then legendary as the feline was known for back in their home world. Some claimed unmatched even.
She was the sun, and the moon. The light, and the darkness. But the void, and its sickly essence had tainted her enough to reflect its presence in her powers. Had she not told him, it may not have been quite so obvious.
Emuishere loved life. She loved people, and cared for them as if they were born from her womb. That did not change, and surely her brother would see that with no effort. She was still Emuishere, despite what had happened.
"I didn't know.." She said as her voice filled with deep regret, and even fear now. What was he going to do? The way he looked at her caused her heart to race. Would he kill her? But he wouldn't kill those of this world he saw sickness in. He would ally with them? But kill his own sister? She knew of his duty, and that all too familiar gleam in his gaze.
He was thinking.
Judgement
A bittersweet realization. "Brother.." She whispered, trying to close the distance. "I will fight this. I will never succumb to it. I will vanquish it, and destroy it. It is not in control of me.. It haunts me, but it will never control me."
Her hand extended to try and touch his arm wishing to draw closer to the comfort she so desperately needed. "Renekton.." She whispered with soft, pained eyes lingering upon his angry visage, "I want to fight it.. with you."
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 20, 2013 0:22:51 GMT -5
No sooner had the words fallen from the feline female's mouth than a series of sharp raps came at the door. The Grand General's entourage did not wait for an answer. A guard threw open the double doors and they strode purposefully into the suite. The thak-kuh-thak of the Master Tactician's cane on stone was accompanied by the heavy footfalls of four pairs of boots: the Raedsel guard who rarely left his side. From Swain's shoulder, Beatrice emitted a shrill cry, as though to announce her master's presence. Behind them in the doorway, the maid's slender form stood demure and trembling.
"Renekton," the Grand General's imperious growl rang out through the chambers. He came upon the sunroom--two Raedsel before him, two behind--and stepped over the threshold, looking fierce. His eyes flashed over the broken wall of glass, the missing table, the unfamiliar form of Emuishere. "What is the meaning of this," he growled. He took another step into the room; the guardsmen moved with him in perfect unison. They stopped, stood at attention. Swain folded his hands over his cane.
Over the feline form of Emuishere, his gaze lingered luminous, calculating, a burning beacon that pierced the strange goddess' façade and saw she brought no ill will. But something dark did linger just beneath the surface. She seemed distraught. "What in the nine hells possesses you to destroy my property and smuggle an unbidden guest into my hold," Swain demanded--but he spoke without heat. Rather, he addressed Renekton with a coldness unparalleled, his eyes flashing visibly as they affixed upon the heaving demigod's own.
At the General's entrance, Renekton turned his furious gaze upon the delegation, struggling to keep his composure as Swain demanded an explanation. The Butcher was in no mood to be lectured upon etiquette given everything that had happened, and in even less of a mood to be talked down to by the enigmatic man. He did not know what had been lost, what would never be. Their contract was even in doubt, from Renekton's perspective. If Emuishere's words rang true, then there was no Homeworld for him to be sent back to once his end was fulfilled.
In Renekton's fit of anguish, the entire world seemed to blame for the Homeworld's loss. The damnable League, for tearing him away in what could well have been his finest hour; the General, for sequestering him away when he could have gone to his Homeworld's defense all the sooner; Emuishere, for acting on a whim and following him to Runeterra, when the Homeworld would have needed a guardian in his stead; NASUS.
"She is bidden by my will," Renekton rumbled, quirking a brow at Swain. "And is hardly a 'guest'. Emuishere is of my world, of my kin."
The hulking demigod cast his more lithe companion a fleeting glance as he spoke, his fury subsiding ever so slightly. He would reach his verdict on how best to deal with the Void's taint in due course. Until such time, she would apparently have to make due with being an unwitting audience to the Grand General.
"...and among the last three of our kind, of the Homeworld," Renekton concluded brusquely, bowing his head slightly.
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 21, 2013 0:23:49 GMT -5
"I see," said the Master Tactician, his own brows raised in response to the Butcher's proclamation. He offered a polite incline of his head to Emuishere in greeting. Curiosity burned in his crimson eyes, but for now, he refrained from questioning his champion's kin. "Welcome to my city, then, madame. I am Grand General Swain of Noxus--and it is our honor to receive you."
Swain shifted his footing, addressing the timid maid over his shoulder. "Go send for a glazier, girl. This glass will need to be re-fitted before nightfall." As though to punctuate his command, a spring breeze swept through the sunroom, lightly chilled and damp with impending rain.
Vivien curtsied low, her eyes trained politely upon the floor. "Yes, Grand General," she said obediently. The maid turned on her heel and hurried away, the quiet rhythm of her measured steps fading away down the suite, ending with the click of a closing door.
Turning back towards the pair of demigods, Swain lifted his chin. "Have you journeyed far, madame? You must be exhausted." He took a single step forward, red eyes aglow. The Raedsel re-situated themselves in perfect formation around him--in unison, not a fiber of their robes out of place. "Perhaps the two of you will join me for dinner."
Emuishere's eyes set upon Renekton at his words. She listened intently, focused almost entirely on him until the sound of the rapping of a knock and the ubrupt entrance of the Grand General yanked iridescent green orbs towards Swain.
Instantly her fur stood on end. Who would dare enter without permission into Renekton's quarters? Were they intent on facing his wrath? The anger of the older man gave Emuishere reason to step between Renekton and Swain, but closer still to Renekton knowing she was likely no match for some of the people of this world.
Had Diana not allowed her to rest, she would have been far more exhausted then she was. Wide eyes settled on the escorts, then Swain's wrinkled visage with a curious air. Her fingers resting against Renekton's arm to sooth him as she received his brief glance, with her tail curling slightly between her legs uncomfortably.
At the greeting, she noticeably relaxed.
"Emuishere.." She said softly, carried with it a tone of Motherly love and compassion. Truly, she was a being filled with care and nurturing. The way Swain spoke to Vivien caused her ears to swivel noticeably, watching her take her leave with incredible obedience and grace. Was this the man Renekton had mentioned? Her nostrils flare, trying to remember the scent. That smell that lingered on her kin.. It was familiar, and matched that of Swain.
The prospect of dinner caused an audible rumble to escape her stomach, making Emuishere look down and away a bit with an embarrassed look. However it was interrupted by that constant haunt of the void, causing her hand to raise and pinch against her brow trying to chase it away. A small hiss of discomfort left her, "Brother.." She whispered, leaning into him to rest her head against his massive bicep. Her whiskers spread, nuzzling against him affectionately.
A strange stirring of emotion swelled throughout Renekton as he silently surveyed the situation that had unfurled before them. The General did not seem entirely perturbed at the prospect of Emuishere's existence, but then the shadowy man was so difficult to read at times. Perhaps she would be accepted here, Noxus becoming a place for their kind to persist despite the Homeworld's loss. But the Butcher was not without misgivings; the General was a cunning man, and more likely than not saw in Emuishere another asset for his machinations. Such a prospect was unsettling to say the least...
"...perhaps we shall," Renekton rumbled, quirking a brow at the General's offer. "We shall have much to discuss, I am sure."
With the Homeworld apparently destroyed by the forces of the Void, the contract that he was bound to Noxus through would be implausible to fulfill; what, then, would become of him? An eternity of servitude to Noxus? Immediate freedom from his obligations? What would occur with Emuishere? Would she too be brought into the fold? And then there was the matter of the expedition to Zaun. So much to do in so little time...the feeling was likely perpetual to the Grand General.
"By your leave, General," the Butcher continued, casting a slight glance at his sister as she settled against him. "Emuishere and I have much to speak of ourselves." The Tactician would likely seek to pry deeper at the appointed time; he would need to prepare Emuishere for the extended encounter. She was still so blind, so naive to the workings of Runeterra, and he would not have her so easily become another gear in the machine that was Swain's ultimate ambition.
Post by The Master Tactician on Apr 30, 2013 22:27:25 GMT -5
At the respectful, though obvious dismissal, the slightest of smirks crinkled the crows feet at Swain's eyes. His burning gaze set upon Renekton, he offered his polite accession. "Of course you do." He swept aside a shard of broken glass with his boot, leaning heavily upon his cane for balance.
"At nineteen hundred hours, you will find the western banquet hall has been set to receive you both." His tone was even but imperious. His eyes lingered briefly upon the Butcher's matching red as he allowed his commanding invitation to ring out in the sunroom. When the sound of his voice had subsided, he broke the stare to nod politely at Emuishere. There was something strange about her: a peculiar energy signature, vaguely familiar. "Until then." He smiled, flexing withered fingers around the handle of his cane. "Enjoy your chat."
Satisfied to find that Renekton was still in a lucid state, the Grand General made to leave. His entourage followed behind him, every boot-fall sounding in perfect rhythm to their shrunken master's.
Emuishere was silent as the General made his way off. Such apparent obedience from those who served him caused a tired look to settle on her features. She was hardly energetic, constantly fighting internal battles and struggling to keep her sanity. She could feel the edges of tears daring to fall down her cheeks, but held onto them with as much will as she could until the door might close.
"Is he.." She whispered, "..the one for which you serve? The corrupted monster you made contract with?" She wasn't sure what to think as her soft fingernails would graze lightly against his bicep, clinging small hands against the scales that rest there. The only comfort she had right now was knowing Renekton was there, and that he would protect her.
"Will he know?" She asked in a slightly pained voice, "Renekton.. If we fight the Void.. I beg of you to set your differences aside with Nasus so that we all might fight together to destroy it." Those gentle eyes lifted to her brother with a pleading look. "Please, at the very least think about it."
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jun 26, 2013 20:28:20 GMT -5
Renekton looked down at his sister at her question about the general. A frown formed on his forehead and eyes narrowing ever so slightly at her calling the man a "monster". In a rumbling voice, he replied, "The Grand General of Noxus, Jericho Swain, is indeed the man I serve and have made a contract with. But he is not a 'corrupted monster'."
He could have said more, but he left it at that as his sister continued speaking. Looking down into his sister's earnest and pleading gaze, he almost answered her question about Swain knowledge of her condition, until she mentioned his name. Nasus. The anger that had so far been subsiding in his eyes reignited with a passion. He would never, never work with him. Even if it meant the destruction of the Homeworld.
At her plead to at least think about it, he gently shrugged her off of him and strode to the broken window, examining the skyline, eyes burning like a furnace. In a deep guttural voice, barely constraining his fury, he stated with his back to her, "Do not mention his name in my presence. Unless you are telling me he is dead or dying. I will never work alongside him. Even if it means the loss of our world."
And yet it pained him to think of it. His home. Utterly gone. If it were true, then Nasus would be the first to feel his wrath. Even if the contract were voided, Renekton would find some way to get at him.
"There is no such thing as innocence. Only varying degrees of guilt."
Shrugged off, Emuishere's small hands fell away slowly. She watched him with growing pain in her eyes. His words tore at her, breaking her heart. "He is a corrupted monster.. by your own words, brother.." Her voice was weakened by his gruff demeanor, but she had grown with him. She had watched their world change, and the events that unfolded that would inevitably bind them to this world. She understood him better then anyone else in this world.
"They are our children.." She whispered, "..taken, and ripped away, torn apart, recreated into the image of darkness. That is what is left of our world. Why would you sacrifice them so willingly? Can you truly rule them as you wish, if you would toss them away so easily?"
The tears began to well within her eyes once more. Her soft, feminine features filling with pain over the loss of their home. "..I sacrificed everything to find you, and Nasus.." Emuishere spoke with a gentle tone as she closed the distance to Renekton once more, "..don't let your pride stand in the way. I cannot fight the Void alone.. I need my brothers with me. Renekton.." She whispers, slowly resting her head against his back with her arms folded against her chest. A long sigh escaping her, her eyes closing with the gentlest of trembles, "..I need your help.."
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2013 20:59:01 GMT -5 by Emuishere
Post by Butcher of the Sands on Jun 27, 2013 19:01:18 GMT -5
Renekton let her speak and approach him in silence, even when she mentioned Nasus again. Did she not hear him? He would NEVER work with that... that so called "brother". As she spoke, he clenched his fists, veins swelling as the fury inside of him built to a peak. He remained still for a moment more after she finished, but unable to contain his anger any more, spun around flinging her off of him. Even if she was his sister, his rage got the better of him.
With his eyes filled with a dangerous, burning red light, he growled inches away from her face, "The general is NOT a monster. I did not call him that. If he is a monster, then what am I? And as for the Void, it has clouded your mind. It only tells someone what it wants them to think."
He briefly dipped into her mind, and could tell from the Void taint within, it was able to do such. Still staring her down, uncaring of how she felt seeing her brother in such a fury, he continued, "Noxus now has summoners, since they left the Leauge, and they can look upon our Homeworld to tell if this is true. If it is gone."
Barely containing the rage and bitterness towards Nasus, he finished in a passion, practically yelling at her, "And did you not hear me? I will NEVER work with him! He is no brother of mine! He betrayed me!"
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